Chapter 8 #2
Alisa gasped, a low moan escaping her lips as Tora’s mouth worked magic on her skin. She tangled her fingers in Tora’s hair, tugging her closer, silently begging for more. She had dreamed of being kissed like this, of being wanted with such passion.
Tora’s hands slid up Alisa’s body, pushing her sports jacket off her shoulders. She tossed it carelessly to the floor. Her fingers found the hem of Alisa’s shirt, slipping beneath the fabric to caress the warm skin underneath. Tora tugged impatiently at Alisa’s pants, urging them down her legs.
Alisa lifted her hips, helping Tora strip her of the constricting fabric. She kicked off her pants eagerly, leaving her in just her shirt and a pair of damp panties.
Tora gazed at Alisa, her eyes roaming hungrily over her rival’s body. She licked her lips, desire coiling hot and tight in her belly. Alisa’s hands began to tug at Tora’s clothes, their garments scattering haphazardly to the floor.
In moments, Tora stood before her in panties and just a lacy bra, the creamy swell of her breasts threatening to spill out.
Alisa’s breath caught in her throat. She had always dreamed of a lover as beautiful as Tora, but the reality exceeded her wildest fantasies.
She still couldn’t get used to how beautiful Tora’s breasts were, Alisa had always dreamed of such a thing, but for her girlfriend to have such shapes?
Wait a minute? Uh… no, no… we’re not… we’re just..
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Tora asked, a frown creasing her brow. She gently took Alisa’s chin in her hand, tilting her face up to meet her gaze.
Alisa blinked, shaking off her daze. “I… I was just admiring your stunning breasts,” she admitted, a pretty blush staining her cheeks. “They’re breathtaking, Tora. I’ve never seen anything so perfect.”
Tora captured Alisa’s lips in a searing kiss, her fingers still cradling her chin. She deepened the kiss, pouring all her desire into it.
“Mmm, the best part of any day is shedding all these constraints,” Tora murmured against Alisa’s lips. “Especially when I have such a gorgeous view to enjoy.” She nipped playfully at Alisa’s bottom lip, soothing the sting with her tongue.
Alisa’s hands slid down Tora’s body, her fingers toying with the waistband of her pants.
She hooked her thumbs into the fabric, slowly dragging them down over the curve of Tora’s ass, her muscular thighs, baring more and more of her velvet skin.
Tora lifted her hips to help, stepping out of her pants once they hit the floor.
“Bezymno krasiva,”5 Alisa breathed.
“What, what?” Tora asked with a smile.
“Oh… did I say that in Russian?”
“Apparently.” Tora smiled, pulling Alisa’s T-shirt over her head and leaving her standing there in front of her, and when she noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra, she only pouted teasingly. “Dreams…”
Alisa only pressed her lips together.
“I said…” There was a short pause. “I said that you’re incredibly beautiful.”
“Will you say it again in Russian? It sounded beautiful…”
“It’s beautiful because you’re beautiful… damn…”
Alisa pressed her body against Tora’s, feeling her breasts touch her own as she moaned, already so wet for her.
Tora’s fingers caught on the edge of Alisa’s underwear, and Alisa mirrored the movement almost without thinking, and a second later they were standing in front of each other with nothing left between them at all.
Tora took Alisa’s hand, guiding her into the spacious shower stall. The white marble walls, inlaid with shimmering gold veins, seemed to glitter like a million stars under the soft lighting.
Tora tested the water with her hand, a small frown on her face as she adjusted the temperature. “Careful, I don’t want to scald that gorgeous skin of yours,” she murmured concerned.
Tora reached up, turning the shower head in the center of the ceiling.
Hot water rained down on them from above, mixing with the spray from the walls and filling the room with a warm, fragrant mist. Tora stepped under the cascading water, letting it soak her hair, her skin, the rivulets running in enticing paths over her body.
“Mmm, nothing beats a hot shower after a long day,” Tora sighed, her eyes fluttering closed in bliss. She opened them to find Alisa watching her. Tora’s lips curved into a slow, sensual smile. She stepped closer to Alisa until their bodies were one breath apart.
Alisa and Tora clung to each other, their bodies molding together like two halves of a whole.
They kissed with a desperate hunger, their mouths slanting and their tongues dancing, each trying to devour the other.
Their hands roamed greedily over every inch of exposed skin, mapping the curves and contours, committing them to memory.
They both felt incomplete without each other, as if they were trying to merge into a single being of light, or as it is commonly referred to as a soul-meld.
This was what Alisa desired, as she buried her fingers in Tora’s soft ass, causing her to moan into Alisa’s mouth as they continued their wet kiss.
Alisa felt more desperate today, she even had a dominant spirit, or maybe it was the defeat playing on her nerves, the bronze, the damn bronze medal!
Alisa squeezed Tora’s ass harder and felt a sense of power over her.
It felt like she could do whatever she wanted with her today, and Tora was giving in, perhaps feeling guilty for Alisa’s loss or for winning the gold again.
Alisa’s fingers found Tora’s folds, stroking through the wet heat, teasing and circling her swollen clit.
Tora gasped, arching into the touch, her body trembling with need.
Alisa wasted no time, plunging two fingers deep into Tora’s tight pussy, pumping steadily, curling to hit that spongey spot within.
“Oh fuck, Alisa!” Tora cried out, her head falling back.
Tora’s hands mirrored Alisa’s actions, her fingers sliding through Alisa’s glistening folds, finding her aching clit.
She rubbed the sensitive nub in tight circles, feeling it throb beneath her touch.
Alisa bucked into her hand, a low growl building in her throat as she felt her release approaching quickly.
“Yes, just like that,” Alisa panted, her hips rolling, seeking more of that delicious friction. “Make me come, Tora. I want to feel you come with me.”
Tora’s thumb pressed harder, rubbing faster, as Alisa matched her rhythm. They fingered each other with wild abandon, chasing their pleasure.
“Come for me, Alisa,” Tora commanded in a low growl. “I want to feel you come on my fingers.”
With a final thrust, a last press of their thumbs, they sent each other hurtling over the edge.
Alisa’s vision whited out as her orgasm crashed through her, wave after wave of ecstasy radiating from her core.
Tora’s body jerked, her inner muscles clamping down around Alisa’s fingers as she found her own release, a scream of pleasure tearing from her throat.
They clung to each other, riding out the aftershocks, their mouths fused in a searing kiss. They were both left panting, their skin flushed and slick with sweat and water.
“Wow, that was hot,” Tora breathed, still panting softly as she pulled Alisa in for a deep, sensual kiss.
Tora reached for the shower gel, pouring some into her hands. She started at Alisa’s shoulders, massaging the slick substance into her skin. Alisa shivered, a soft moan escaping her as Tora’s hands worked their way down her body, leaving a trail of tingling warmth in their wake.
“Mmm, you’re insatiable today, aren’t you?” Tora teased. She smacked Alisa’s ass, the sound echoing obscenely in the tiled room. “But I like this side of you. This hunger, this need…”
Alisa grinned, a wicked glint in her eye as she grabbed the shower gel.
“You bring it out in me,” she purred, squeezing the bottle and letting the gel drip down Tora’s body.
She chased it with her hands, rubbing the slick substance into Tora’s skin, her touch lingering on her breasts, her ass, her thighs.
Tora’s head fell back against the wall, a low moan catching in her throat as Alisa’s hands worked magic on her body. “Fuck, just like that,” she gasped, her hips rolling.
“You said today that I could be on top, right?” Alisa smiled with confidence and Tora smiled back. “You’re on a roll today, but yes, of course.”
“I want to be on top now or I’ll explode with my arousal.”
Tora looked around and slowly sat down in the shower. She leaned back against the cool marble wall, spreading her legs invitingly. She patted her thigh with a grin.
“Come here, babe. I want to feel you, all of you,” she purred.
Alisa didn’t need to be told twice. She straddled Tora’s hips, their bodies pressing close, slick skin sliding against slick skin. Tora’s hands gripped Alisa’s waist, pulling her flush against her as she settled between her thighs.
Tora’s fingers found Alisa’s clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in tight, teasing circles. Alisa gasped, her back arching, a low moan tearing from her throat. She was still hypersensitive from her previous orgasm.
“Oh god, Tora!” Alisa cried out, her head falling back, hair cascading down her shoulders. The steam from the shower swirled around them, fogging up the mirrors, but nothing could obscure the sight of Tora’s face, of the pure joy and excitement shining in her eyes.
Tora’s grin widened as she watched Alisa come undone above her. She loved seeing Alisa like this, lost in pleasure, her body trembling with need. She wanted to give her more, to make her come again and again until she was nothing but a boneless, satisfied puddle in Tora’s arms.